My Diary

I started the day performing in a ballet for searchlights and barrage balloons and after the war had ended opened a new book and drew a diagram showing the distillation of artistic ideas from the earth trampled by ordinary people on their way to witness an execution. June had gone to the blue rinse home on the abdomen of a prototype mechanical spider and I was able to work in the sign post factory as long as I wanted – although I first had to make a wedding dress out of cabbage leaves for the talking rabbit in the Emperor’s clothes wardrobe and then listen to a pair of primadonna aquatic turtles rehearsing their parts in a dinosaur pantomime. I eventually found time to paint the portrait of a pair of crop circles and then the footprints of a naked girl left in the almost bare sand.

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